[Milliways] OOM: London, 2006.

[his_sarah_jane]

It had been two wonderful weeks of honeymoon spent in a suite on the capital city of Eiattu. The week that followed back in James' - no, their - world had been a busy one. Sarah had had her first appointment with a doctor in London had been successful. Although it was still too early to determine the gender, so far the child was completely healthy.

Aside from that, Sarah Jane had renewed searching for a flat with new interest. After a meeting with a real estate agent today, she came home absolutely thrilled. They had planned on letting a place, preferably a snug but no two snug two-bedroom somewhere in Notting Hill not too far from the neighborhood they resided in now.

But this? This was perfect. She had quickly fallen in love with a four story town house on Portland Road that her agent had taken her on a tour on. It seemed perfect for a family: enough spare rooms to serve as home offices, a beautiful kitchen, and a patio garden that was absolutely charming. She had all the photographs and papers and blue prints scattered on the table in front of her. And an appointment for viewing again later tonight.

She stared at it happily. Now she only needed James' opinion on it.

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[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"--I was talking about what you're doing now."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

She giggles and blushes, finally pulling away. Sarah Jane crosses to the corner. He's right, after all. Especially given the state she's in, the christening would start far before they made the initial payment.

"Seducing you into helping to buy a house probably wasn't one of my best ideas," she mutters, not ready to turn around and face him. "I don't know why I thought it would work. There's far too many serious decisions that go in to something like this. I think, though, that this would be a lovely place for us to grow old together, James. There's plenty of space and it's in a rather convenient location. And we can afford it. We just have to be careful."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but... I'm still a little concerned, you know. Val--I mean, our child won't be here for a while yet, but before we make sure she has enough space we have to be certain we have enough money to raise her. I think affording food and clothing is a lot more important in the near future than living in a house."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

"Valerie," Sarah corrects, rather amused at his slip of tongue.

"And I do have money. I wouldn't suggest this sort of possibility if I hadn't looked in to all the factors it would affect. It's what I've been doing all day, James. We can afford it, be careful for the next few months until Valerie is born. I'll be getting a proper job soon enough, and I've been writing freelance since the engagement. Then, when I go home, there's that money - enough that we wouldn't have to worry about feeding and clothing Valerie or ourselves."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

He nods. "All right." Shoving his hands in his pockets, he moves towards one of the windows, staring beyond the blinds.

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Hopefully, "Really?"

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

He glances at her over his shoulder, grinning slightly. "Yes, really."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

Sarah Jane beams at him before running over and throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

There are tears in her eyes that drip down on to his shoulder as she buries her head there. "Thank you, James. Thank you so much."

[callitavesper.livejournal.com]

He grins warmly, returning his gaze out the window, placing his arms on top of hers. "You're welcome."

[his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com]

She turns slightly to rest her head on his shoulder. One arm goes around his waist while her free hand is used to wipe at her tears.

In her opinion, the silence is too perfect to ruin with any more words. Even standing in what would shortly be their new bedroom, Sarah Jane can't help but think that it isn't the house that matters:

It's her family that makes her most at home. And she adores this one, so very much.